Choose to love the rain

When I was walking home the other day, it started to rain. And I was watching people run or hide under their umbrellas from the rain, a supposed negative form of weather possessing negative connotations. But I love the rain, I always have done, I romanticise it, kissing and dancing in the rain. What an odd infatuation. And standing out from the crowds of rushing people, there was me embracing every droplet and smiling to myself because I was cast underneath this beautiful outpour washing away the dirt of the world. It occurred to me, that I have always found beauty in something that majority of people hate and hide away from. And I am so blessed to have such a childlike individual mind. If I were to apply that way of thinking to other aspects of my life, then I can actively turn every negative into a positive, because there is beauty to been seen in everything, even the crack on a pavement stone. That pavement stone in completely unlike any other pavement stone. So the cracks and scars I possess are unlike anybody else, and though I am still coming to terms with all my broken pieces, I’d like to think that they are the sum of what I can be, have overcome and will, one day, overcome.

It is so easy for us to dwell on the past and blind ourselves to the present and or the future, it’s sad, but it is within human nature. And that’s ok, I’ve learnt its ok to hurt and it’s ok to cry, but we have to learn to embrace the rain.

My other epiphany! Hopefully, this one makes sense aswell, feel free to comment calling me mad. But I believe everything has emotion. The weather dispels emotion and we actively breathe this compilation of emotion, but the emotion we choose to breathe is what we make of the external forces of the world. Because of what I make of the rain, that walk home I breathed beauty and happiness and contentment and it gave me this growing internal swell of hope and how much I want to live, even if it were to feel the rain over and over again.

If you are a regular reader of my blog you will have come to learn that I am a hopeless romantic in every possible way. And you know those cheesy romances where it is pouring down and the couple has this immense, passionate kiss in the rain. Well it is virtually impossible for me to watch that without envisioning myself and praying that whoever is stuck with me doesn’t mind getting soaked for that one special kiss.

This probably all sounds completely crazy, but please, next time it rains and you are caught up in what you may perceive to be a major inconvenience (which granted it can be), stop, lift your head to the sky and feel every droplet, not only on your skin, but inside your soul. Breathe, and look to the beauty in the overflow of emotion, make that emotion your emotion. Spot the sun through the clouds, and mentally dance, to hell with it, dance! If I spot you, I’ll dance with you.

My posts I’ve noticed have a growing trend, negative, positive, negative, positive. With every bad day comes afterwards some sort of awakening, the world rewarded me with rain. And it may be the same for you, a horrible, horrible day, where you literally feel suicidal, but then a day when life is momentarily good.

On bad days, I’ll look for the rain.

When my body can’t cope, I’ll wait for the rain.

And when it finally does, I’ll thank the heavens for letting me breathe.

All my love

JulietX